If your still taking writing requests, could you do “Your wound reopened, didn’t it?” With Damian and Jason please?
Jason and Damian are both so terrible at showing they care. And looking after themselves…
Enjoy, anon! I hope this is something like what you were looking for :)
The funny thing is, it doesn’t even happen on patrol. Well, not an offical patrol. Batman is out of town on League business and Damian isn’t allowed to patrol without appropriate supervision - which apparently just means Nightwing, who is busy in Bludhaven - but that’s never stopped him before. Alfred had taken the Robin suit as a precaution against him sneaking out on his own, so when Damian had inevitably snuck out he’d had to do it in dark civvies instead.
Everything is going relatively well until he drops in to give the Red Hood a hand taking down a gang. Without the Kevlar protection of his suit, a glancing slash from a knife slices through the fabric of his hoodie and the flesh beneath instead of bouncing harmlessly off armour. He doesn’t notice it at first, too absorbed in taking down the thug (un)lucky enough to get him. It’s only once the fight is over and the adrenaline fades that the injury hits him, pain radiating from his side like fire. He groans and Hood is immediately looming over him.
“Where are you hit?” he demands. Then, “Wait, no, first - what the fuck are you even doing here? Isn’t it passed your bedtime?”
“Robin doesn’t have a bedtime,” Damian snaps, pressing his hand against his side. It comes away glistening red.
Red Hood snorts. “You don’t look much like Robin right now.” He kneels down to inspect Damian’s side himself, tearing the black hoodie even more so he can peel it away from the edges of the wound. He winces. “B is going to fucking kill me.”
Damian tries to peer at the cut himself, but it’s too dark in the alley to properly asses the damage from his angle. “You can’t tell Father,” he says, trying for authoritative but coming out borderline pleading. “He’s busy, he doesn’t need to worry about a minor injury.” And I don’t want him to take Robin away.
“Minor?” Todd’s voice rises with incredulity, hovering over the side of his helmet where Damian knows the button to activate his comm link is. “That’s gonna need at least a dozen stitches. And I’m not calling Daddy Bats, anyway, I’m calling Alfred.”
Damian grabs his arm desperately, gasping when it causes a new wave of pain to lance through his side. “No! Please, you can’t!”
“Woah, calm down.” Hood grabs his shoulders to hold him still. “Jesus Christ, kid, you’re going to make that worse.”
“You can’t tell them,” Damian says again, prepared to sound as much like a broken record as it takes to wear Todd down.
The older vigilante hesitates, then sighs. “Fine. Whatever. They’d probably blame me anyway.” They wouldn’t, but Damian doesn’t bother arguing the point. “Come on, I have a safe house a couple of blocks away. I’ll stitch you up then you can go home and attempt to lie to Alfred yourself. Just don’t involve me.”
When Damian’s alarm wakes him at six-thirty the next morning he wants nothing more than to put his pillow over his head and go back to sleep. But that would be suspicious. So he carefully rolls out of bed, takes another dose of ibuprofen and stumbles into the bathroom to shower.
By the time he gets down to breakfast, the painkillers have kicked in and the shower has sufficiently woken him up so that he’s acting close enough to normal not to draw Pennyworth’s attention. He eats mechanically, then retreats back upstairs until Pennyworth calls for him.
“Don’t drag your feet, Master Damian, it will only make you late for school, it won’t make it go away,” the butler says, mistaking Damian’s slow movements as he comes back downstairs with his backpack for reluctance. He scowls and walks even slower, grabbing onto the excuse of a bad attitude with fervour. In the car, he sits stiffly in the backseat and stares out the window, eager for their arrival so he can escape Pennyworth’s scrutiny, but dreading the school day ahead.
It’s all going relatively well until the end of lunchtime. Damian is headed back to his locker to retrieve the books he needs for the final classes of the day when he makes a mistake. A few boys from two grade above him are bullying a younger kid, pushing him around and laughing as they go through his backpack. And Damian gets involved.
He can’t not get involved.
It’s a short fight. One which ends when one of the older boys whacks Damian in the side with a textbook and he doubles over, gasping through the sudden onslaught of pain. The bullies laugh and call him names, getting in a few more hits for good measure before taking off down the now-empty hallway.
Slowly, Damian forces himself to straighten up and collect his books. If he’s late to class Ms Carlisle will give him a detention without care for any excuses he could come up with. And he doesn’t need Father to be even more disappointed in his school performance.
It’s just a bit of pain. Nothing he hasn’t dealt with before. He can make it to the end of the day.
Damian realises he’s in trouble about half-way through fifth period. The pulsing pain in his side is distracting enough on its own, but when he chances a glance beneath his blazer, he finds that the right side of his white shirt is starting to stain red over his wound. It’s not bleeding quickly, but it is bleeding. And that is a Major Problem.
“Damian?” Maps leans over toward him while the teacher’s writing on the board. Usually Damian is thankful to have a friend in his class, but today he just wishes to be left alone. “Are you okay? You look kinda pale.”
“I’m fine,” Damian replies stiffly, pressing his arm tightly against his side. It hurts more, but the pressure might help stem the slowly oozing blood.
Maps clearly doesn’t believe him, but Ms Carlisle turns back around to address the class before she can push the issue. Damian has never been more grateful for strict teachers with droning voices because it means he can zone out in peace until the bell ringing startles him back into awareness. Kids are already trickling out of the classroom and Damian joins the back of the mob, keeping close to the wall and trying to avoid the passing bags and limbs which bump his side until he can duck into the closest bathroom.
He fumbles his phone out of his pocket as soon as he’s in the relative privacy of one of the toilet stalls. Even if he had the necessary materials, the wound is at an angle that would be too hard to stitch back up himself. As loathe as he is to admit it, he’s going to need help.
Todd answers with a curt, “Aren’t you supposed to be in school, short fry?”
Damian takes a deep, calming breath to overcome the irritation the nickname stirs up before admitting, “I need your help.
There’s a beat of silence then Todd sighs. ”Your wound reopened, didn’t it?“
“Can you pick me up?” Damian asks instead of answering what is clearly a rhetorical question.
The older boy grumbles but he promises to pick him up about a block from the school in twenty minutes.
Damian feels obtrusive loitering on the sidewalk in his Gotham Academy blazer, but he can hardly take it off with his shirt in the state it is. When Todd finally shows up he’s driving an old red Nissan instead of the usual motorcycle. Damian slides carefully into the passenger seat with a quiet sigh, tipping his head back and staring out the window as they merge back onto the road.
Damian glances away from the traffic. “Well what?”
“How bad is it?” Todd asks.
“Oh.” He pulls the blazer away from his side to reveal the growing patch of red.
“Uh. It’s not that bad.”
Todd glances down at the wound then swears, eyes snapping up to glare at Damian before refocusing on driving when a horn blares loudly behind them.
“How the fuck did you manage that sitting in a classroom?”
“It didn’t happen in a classroom,” Damian snaps. “And it wasn’t my fault.”
“Of course it wasn’t,” Todd mutters. He flicks on his indicator to move into the right lane and it’s only then that Damian realises they’re heading out of the city.
“Where are we going?” he asks suspiciously.
“Take a wild guess.”
“You promised you wouldn’t!” Damian accuses, because between the direction they’re travelling and Todd’s tight grip on the steering wheel it’s not hard to figure it out.
Todd rolls his eyes. “Welcome to the real world, kid, where promises mean jack shit,” he snaps. But a second later his lips twist in a grimace and when he glances over his eyes are almost apologetic. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? But if you’ve done more damage to that wound, I’m so not qualified to fix it. Alfred would'a caught on eventually anyway - if he hasn’t already. Just think of it as… delaying the inevitable.”
Damian crosses his arms and sulks the whole drive back to the Manor. He’d gone to Todd for help in confidence and this is how he’s replayed for his trust? He clenches his teeth, mouth stretching in a silent snarl. See if he ever helped the Red Hood again!
(Five weeks later, Red Hood drops in on a fight that Robin is notlosing thank you very much. He gets a bullet graze on his thigh for his troubles. Damian makes sure to ignore his bitching with extreme obnoxiousness as he drags him back to the Cave to be stitched up. Todd glares at him as Alfred stitches the injury. Damian just smirks.)
“I had the weirdest dream about you last night and now I can’t help but imagine
what you’d look like naked.”
You were happy that management
let you see your brother and his friends as you please, usually they were a lot
more strict to let anyone else around but with Jimin and the other boys pleads
they finally agreed to let you come to the dorm whenever you wanted to. And
with you coming as you please you were happy to hear when they boys moved dorms
that they found a dorm with an extra room, a guest room. It wasn’t as much of a
guest room as it was your room since you stayed over almost every other
Opening the door you flicked
on the lights and nearly screamed as your heart stopped for a second. “Jungkook,
there a reason you’re in my bed?” You asked while taking off your shoes
and rings you had on your fingers. You walked over to the dresser and placed the
excess jewelry on top and turning to see Jungkook still in your bed turned on
his side while he nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. “So no reason or you
just don’t want to answer?”
You plop down on the bed
beside him, you mimic his position, facing his while propping yourself on your
forearm allowing you to look down at him. “You know,” Jungkook started, his
eyes looking up at you but there was something different. His eyes looked
almost dark, a sense of greed hinting in them. “I had the weirdest dream about
you last night and now I can’t help but imagine what you’d look like naked.”
Jungkook’s eyes stayed glued to your face as you sat up abruptly, he watched
every feature of yours making sure his words didn’t make you feel
uncomfortable. He of course felt something for you but being a hormonal
teenaged boy his dream of you last night only made him horny.
“My brother-” You started but
was cut off by Jungkook now speaking over you.
“Your brother already thinks
that I like you, it’s really only a matter of time.” He waves you off sitting
up and inching closer to you, you were incredibly close now. Of course you’ve
always been close to Jungkook, you’d occasionally cuddle when you both were
hanging out either on the couch or in each other’s rooms and got tired. Your
brother would always say comments about ‘how cute’ you both were whenever he
found you both asleep together. He never was the over protective big brother
who told every one of his friends to stay away from his little sister. You were
the same age as Jungkook, only three months younger so Jimin never made a huge
deal about you two being so close with each other. But still being as close as you
are with Jungkook there was a tension in the air that you hadn’t felt with him
You tilted your head slightly before
straightening it back. “Matter of time for what?”
“For this.” Jungkook’s hands
slipped to the small of your back all while smashing his lips to yours. He
easily flipped you over once your body hit his. A gasp left you at the quick
movement and Jungkook took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth
instantly dominating as his hands laced with yours pinning them above your
head. His head dipped to your neck instantly finding your sweet spot and
sucking down. Your back arched into him which only made him smirk, one of his
hands left yours dipping down into your leggings you were wearing and rubbed
against your clothed heat. “So wet already…” He mumbled. Letting go of your
other hand his hands hooked onto the waistband of your leggings and panties
pulling them down in one swift movement. His hands quickly made their way to
the hem of your shirt tugging it off of your body and not a moment later your
bra joined the rest of your clothes.
With the lack of clothes in
front of Jungkook you felt very naked, well you were but feeling naked make you
feel slightly self-conscious. Heat rose to your cheeks and your arms came up beginning
to cover yourself up. Jungkook’s hands immediately grabbed yourself halting
your movements, his eyes stared down at you with a sudden intensity that you
felt goosebumps run across your body. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispers. His
voice dropped when speaking, his hands lightly tugged your arms away from your
chest while settling himself in between your legs. He lowered himself once
again meeting your lips, this kiss was hungry and rough but every bit of it
made you feel hotter and hotter. His lips leave yours again to go to your neck,
he stayed there for a bit to leave love bites all along your neck, you now knew
there was no way makeup would be able to hide any of his markings he left on
you. You moan out when you feel Jungkook’s tongue glide over your now bruised
neck. Your eyes close enjoying the feeling when you feel his lips leave your
neck and feel his hot breath fan over your heat. Your legs begin to close but
Jungkook grabs ahold of your hips adjusting yourself so your legs now hang over
his shoulders and without a second glance he dips his tongue into your heat
causing a loud moan to course through the room. “You are so wet baby, and all for me.” His voice vibrates
into your skin and you moan again.
He sucks on your clit harsher
causing more moans coming out of your mouth. If he didn’t care about pleasuring
you so much he would’ve taken a moment to smirk at the sounds he was causing
you to drone out. Without a warning he inserts a finger past your folds and you
let out a gasp and grip onto his hair moaning out his name feeling your walls
clench around his finger, he moves his finger before adding another one, he
moves his finger in and out over and over again. He watched as you
trembled, your face contorted in pleasure as you felt you coming closer to your
climax. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his mouth once again.
Jungkook now felt your whole body tremble as he lapped up all of your juices.
He continued to lick and suck on your heat until he heard quiet whimpers come
from you and a weak push of his head as you soon became oversensitive to all of
the pleasure he was giving you.
He crawled over you kissing down on
you, your hands reached up and tangled your fingers into his messy hair. You
whined once you realized he was still fully clothed and you were lying underneath
him naked. “Jungkook,” You whined into the kiss, his lips leave yours when he
pulls back giving you a confused look. Even with his face scrunched up he still
looked absolutely gorgeous to you. “I don’t find it fair that I’m the only one
naked here.” You huff out sticking your bottom lip out. A laugh escapes
Jungkook as he dropped his head into your neck once again, body shaking from
his laughter. Once he was done he sat up, weight going all on his knees as he
was still settled in between your legs. He flung his shirt to the floor and
brought himself back over you kissing you.
His lips left yours almost
immediately when a knock was heard on your door. “(Y/N)? Can we talk?” Jimin’s
voice was heard on the other side of the door and began to open.
“I’m naked!” You screamed throwing
the pillow that was under your head at the door causing it to pause as Jimin
froze and quickly closed the door uttering multiple “I’m sorry’s” You and
Jungkook both froze looking at each other before rushing off of your bed and
throwing each other the scattered clothing that was discarded. Jungkook getting
dressed quicker than you as he had only been shirtless. You threw your
underwear and bra into the hamper at the door once you pulled your shirt back
“I just really need to talk to you…like now.” Jimin spoke from the outside
of your door. Your heart was pounding against your chest looking at Jungkook
with pleading eyes. “One second, just getting dressed!” You called back at the
“What do we do!” You whispered to
Jungkook seeing as he began walking towards the door. “No!” You grab Jungkook
pulling him back. “Are you crazy? No! He’s going to get suspicious, go…go hide-”
You paused looking around the room to the small closet. “Go hide in the closet!”
You began pushing Jungkook towards the closet that would easily hide him, it
may be a bit cramped but it’ll have to do.
“(Y/N), you’ve got to be kidding
me.” Jungkook stopped walking causing you to bump into him. “I’m not hiding in
“Jungkook, hide.” You push harder,
he took a step forward then pushed back against you, you tried pushing again
but he was stronger than you and wouldn’t budge. “Jungkook, please.” You begged
continuing to push even if you knew it was no use. “I’ll do anything just
“Anything?” You didn’t have to look
at him to see the smirk that was placed on his lips. “I’m holding you to that.”
He turned around pecking your lips before walking into your closet and closing
the door. You let out a quick sigh and hurried to your door opening the door
and see Jimin.
“Jimin!” You smile, “What’s up?” You
question stepping aside to let him into your room. He looked around your room
as if he was looking to find something. His eyes scanned your bed seeing the
slightly disheveled sheets and blankets.
“Why’s your bed a mess?”
“I just didn’t make it from last
night.” You defended. “What did you need to talk to me about?”
Jimin turned to face you, all
seriousness etched on his features as he sat on your bed patting the spot
beside him ushering you to sit down.
Hey guys! So this is a request i got from an anon not too long ago:
“Can you write a oneshot where reader is pregnant with Mr. J’s baby, he’s not thrilled about the pregnancy but then he feels the baby move for the first time and then feels better about it? Thank you 💖💖”
I really hope this is what you were looking for and I really hope everyone likes it! As always, feed back is greatly appreciated and requests are open! I’ve got a few on the way and I’m a little backed up because of school and such but if there’s something you want then I will absolutely get to that!
You never thought this day would come and you prayed it never would but here you are, sitting on your bathroom floor, that damn tiny stick in your hand. You were pregnant. It hadn’t quite sunken in yet. Thoughts were running through your brain a million miles a minute. How were you gonna tell J? What were you going to do with it? Well you wanted to keep of course, you may be a stone cold killer any other day but even though this isn’t even a human by any means yet it was something you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You figured that you may as well just get it over with an tell him and face the consequences. He was off at work for the next couple hours, giving you time to plan your speech on how to tell him you were pregnant and that you were going to keep it no matter what he said.
“Alright J I have something to tell you. I’m pregnant. No that sounds dumb. J we’re having a baby! No no that’s ridiculous. J we have created life. What the fuck who says that?” you argued with yourself in the mirror. You decided to lay down and have a quick nap to clear your head a little bit. You laid in bed, eyes wide open, unable to sleep. You heard the front doors slam and you shot up, scared about what was about to come.
“Y/N I’m home,” he yelled throughout the house. You made your way downstairs to greet the green haired man. “How was your day baby? Did you get wild and crazy?” He winked at you. You smiled and shook your head. Now or never I guess? You thought to yourself.
“J there’s something I gotta tell you and I don’t think you’re going to like it very much…” your voice trailed off. His smile dropped and he looked at with with a deathly serious look. He nodded for you to proceed. “I’m pregnant.”
As soon as the words left your mouth he had you pinned against the wall behind you.
“You’re lying Y/N. Don’t fucking lie to me like that,” he muttered in a dangerously low voice. Your closed your eyes to prevent your from crying.
“I’m not lying J…” You muttered.
“Then why the fuck are we here? I’m driving you to the clinic right now. Get in the car,” he said quickly, turning away to walk out to the car. You grabbed his wrist lightly so he would turn around and face you.
“No J. I’m keeping it. I don’t care what you do. I’m keeping it. Kick me out, do whatever your please, but I’m keeping it.” You were impressed that your voice had remained relatively strong and that you hadn’t let him get to you too much. You ran your hand over your flat tummy. You weren’t stupid, you knew that there wasn’t really anything in there but it gave you an idea of where you would be in 9 months time. You were terrified of what he would do to you but you hoped he wouldn’t be too hard on you.
You felt cold metal press against your forehead and knew immediately what he was going to do. You closed your eyes and waited for the loud bang but it never came. He growled and lowered his weapon.
“I want nothing to do with it. If you’re keeping it I don’t want any part of it. It’s yours, not mine,” he said angrily. You fell to the floor, the rush of being that close to the end of your life made you crash. You were alive, so was your future baby. You breathed a loud sigh of relief and leaned against the wall behind you. It broke your heart to hear those words but you took it for what it was worth and reminded yourself that it was going to be okay eventually.
It had been 5 months since you had told J that you were pregnant. He spent so long refusing to acknowledge what was happening. Each day it seemed that your belly grew more and more and you were finally showing.
The most significant change though was J’s attitude towards the whole thing. He was slowly becoming more and more accepting of the baby. He was starting to compliment you again, his anger seemed to start dissipating with every passing day.
“J?” You called.
“Yes beautiful?” He replied. You smiled at the compliment and he followed your voice, coming towards you. You smiled down at your belly and lifted your head to smile at him. He didn’t seem especially pleased that you had called him over for something that he found so insignificant.
“J can you please touch my belly at least once? It would mean a lot to me. I know you don’t want anything to do with this and I accepted that a long time ago but could you please do this for me? She’s my little baby girl and I want you to briefly be apart of this,” you begged. He stared at you showing no emotion on your face whatsoever. Your face lit up as he reached for your stomach. You grabbed his hand lightly and put it against your belly. At that moment you felt her kick against the inside of your body. He looked up at you in momentary shock.
“She kicked,” he stated simply, looking up into your eyes.
“Yea that’s the first time! It’s so weird-”
“She did it when I touched your stomach,” he interrupted. His eyes lit up as he realized that your little baby had recognized her father’s touch. “Shh baby, daddy’s here. Daddy’s here princess,” he muttered to your stomach. Your heart exploded as you saw the man you love whisper sweet nothings to your unborn child. “Baby, I’m sorry. This is our child, I shouldn’t let you do this alone. She’ll be beautiful. She’ll have your eyes, or maybe my eyes and your hair. I don’t know but regardless she’s going to be the most beautiful girl I’ll ever lay my eyes on.” You faked being offended and he smiled. “Besides you of course my love.”
Ever since that day he had been nothing but supportive. He was the same crude, violent, insane man that you loved but he was sure to never do anything to harm you or the child. He was the love of your life and he had devoted himself to your and your child.
“I can’t wait to meet you my little nugget,” he said as he kneeled down in front of my belly. I smiled at the whole interaction, admiring his caring side. He was a scary guy, no doubt, but contrary to what most believe he does in fact have a sweet side to him. “We’re in this together baby, now let’s go start you a nice hot bath baby,” he said with his wild silver grin adorning his face.
Prompt: Can you do a Jasper Hale x reader where you show off somehow and a boy notices you, and he gets really jealous? Lots of fluff please, Thank u!! (requested)
Word Count: 704
A/N: thanks to the anon that requested this, I hope you like it! Also, my requests with Jasper are blowing up lately, not that I’m complaining tho.
Jasper’s POV (third person)
He knew that you didn’t do it intentionally, you just draw attention to yourself, and it was understandable; no matter from what angle Jasper looked at you, for him you were flawless, your golden eyes shining and sparkling every time you looked at him, your smile was his favorite thing in the entire world, he could stare at you while you smiled all day, let’s say that being a vampire suited you really good.
Even though he knew you wouldn’t do anything to make him feel bad or to harm your relationship he couldn’t help the rage of jealousy that went through his body when he saw you from across the cafeteria while a guy tried to talk to you, at first he was curious, everybody in this school knew that you were a Cullen, that was good enough to keep everyone from talking to you or another member of his family, they also knew that you were his, that you belonged to him.
“You are getting possessive, calm down” he thought to himself, he wanted to push that possessiveness that was taking over his body and mind, but it was getting harder, he didn’t want the Major to come out, he was improving so much that he didn’t want to have a relapse and ruined everything.
“Who is that guy talking to (Y/N)?” Emmett’s voice made him snap out of his thoughts but his eyes were glued to you.
“I don’t know, either I care” he spat “I just want him away from her”
Emmett could feel the anger in his brother’s voice so he just returned to what he was doing.
He was starting to feel less jealous when he noticed your discomfort and how hard you were trying to get away from him, but fury replaced his jealousy in a second, especially when he saw the guy trying to touch you; that’s when he decided that he had enough.
He stood up from the chair he was on harshly, and walked over where you were, once he reached you he placed an arm around your waist and brought you closer to his body, he could see how the guy’s eyes went wide once he saw him and he began to stutter.
“We have to go, now” Jasper’s voice sounded way harsher than he intended to, but it seemed to work because the guy mumbled a quick ‘goodbye’ and stormed off.
After the little encounter that I had with a guy that just wanted to talk to me and Jasper acting all possessive over me I just continued with my school day, of course, he was at my side all day.
Once we got to the house I went to mine and Jasper’s room, he trailing behind me but stopped once we got there, seeing that my face wasn’t the nicest one.
“You need to back off, Jasper” I started “that poor guy just wanted to talk to me, now I’m pretty sure you scared him for life”
He grinned and I started to get angrier.
“Then it worked, he shouldn’t be talking to you, much less touch you” he tilted his head and smiled at me, my anger was starting to fade away and I knew that it was because of him.
“Stop doing that!” I covered my face with my hands and sighed “Let me be angry to you, goddammit!”
In a second I felt a pair of hands on my waist, he brought me closer to his body and I put my hands on his shoulder, I looked at him, he was staring at me and I could see the love in his eyes.
“I just don’t want anyone taking you away from me” he whispered and leaned closer to connect our foreheads together.
I sighed “No one is going to take me from you, Jas” I closed my eyes, starting to feel more relaxed, of course, he was doing that. “I already told you, I’m by your side forever, literally”
He chuckled and I felt his lips brushing against mine, making me smile.
“Good then, ‘cause I need you by my side” He quickly connected our lips together in a loving kiss.
Hello. May I request some headcannons with Mer!Hanzo, Mer!Genji, Mer!McCree, with human S/o. It's cool if you don't I just rarely see merfolk AUs in OW. But I hope your day is lovely!
Of course, I’m happy to try most requests I get sent! I’ve never written anything like this before though, so I do hope this is what you were looking for! I hope your day is also lovely, anon :) Enjoy!
You meet every evening on what he calls ‘your rock’
On his insistence, of course, you would have been happy with just meeting every week
Secretly its the best part of every single day
He’s always there before you even when you try to come really early
And he won’t tell you how he does it
He leans up on the rock on his elbows whilst you sit there, legs crossed
You choose what you do depending on the day of the week
Wednesday is picnic day, Hanzo bringing it one week and you the next
You love tasting the kind of food he has to offer and he brings something different every week
Saturday is swimming day Hanzo’s favourite
You come in your swimwear and jump into the waves
Sometimes he teaches you how to swim faster and better than you’ve ever swum before
Most of the time he just takes advantage of the one day he can really hold you in his arms
Sometimes he feels guilty for not being able to give you the life you had dreamt of since childhood
At that point you always remind him that you never thought you’d find something as real as this
Tell him that he is the best thing in your life, however he is in your life
A feeling that is undoubtedly mutual
He tells you that, one day, there’ll be a way for them to be together all the time
“I look forward to it.”
These conversations usually end in you jumping in the water fully clothed for an incredibly long hug
You met when he saved you from drowning
You loved the sea so much you’d swum out too far
It was so horribly cliche that you couldn’t help but roll your eyes when you woke to his face bearing down on you
When you saw his tail, instead of screaming as he said others did, you just tilted your head with an ‘Oh’
Bombarding him with questions he was only too happy to answer
Asking him if you can see him again
Him agreeing, disregarding the rules and telling you a time to meet the next day
You come back next day, unable to stay away from the intriguing merman
And the next
And the next
It kind of never stops after that
At first its just questions and food and jokes
And flirting on Genji’s part
Then after a long while it becomes more personal
Hopes and dreams, insecurities and doubts
Genji’s still flirting though
A few months in, he asks you out on a date
You joke about the fact it’ll be in the exact same place as all their other meetings
Then say a heartfelt and definite yes
His eyes light up in a way you haven’t really seen before
He brings the food and the music, you obviously bring the candles
Afterwards he invites you into the water for the first time
He teaches you to dance like the mermaids do
Its the best date you’ve ever been on
Little do you know, there are so many more to come
He literally just appeared out of the ocean whilst you were sunbathing on a quiet part of the beach
“How you doin’, darlin’?”
You screamed, I mean a man did just pop out of the sea
He laughed while trying to calm you down at the same time
Once you had calm down, there was a million questions you wanted to ask
He was happy to answer them all but insisted on sneaking an innuendo into every single answer
You rolled your eyes every time and tried desperately not too grin like mad
You didn’t make plans to meet again
Neither of you wanting to seem too keen
Both of you still came back to the exact same place at the same time the next day however, not truly expecting the other to be there
“Fancy seein y’here, sweetheart” - accompanied by a knowing smirk that set your heart racing
You spend the rest of the day and most of the evening just talking
You meet the everyday the same for the next few weeks
You hadn’t agreed, you both just came in hope
Each time you would lie closer and closer to the ocean
Until the day if one of you moved forward even slightly you would have bumped noses
At this point, subtle touches or brushes of hands were introduced by McCree of course
They were electric
One day, you called him Jesse by accident almost and he just stared at you for a while before kissing you
“It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself.“ Damian and Jason (about Tim?)
Here you go Anon! Sorry if it’s not exactly what you were looking for - I set out to write a short angsty piece about Damian feeling guilty about how he’d treated Tim but Bruce got there before me and then Damian ended up hiding under a table and it all went downhill from there. But I hope you get some enjoyment form it anyway :)
Mixing up / ignoring comic timeline is almost a hobby of mine, but this one actually had some contextual thought behind it. Not much but. Basically set sometime after Bruce comes back from the “dead” but no more specific than that…
Damian isn’t hiding, but he could see how it may look that way to someone else. Alfred the cat had fled under the dining room table when the yelling started earlier and when he hadn’t been able to coax him out, Damian had crawled under the table as well. Titus had followed him, sniffing at the carpet and knocking into chair legs with his tail before settling down with a huff. It had seemed much easier to just stay there than try to move both his pets.
Dick and Alfred have both walked past - looking for him, maybe, or more likely just going about their day - but nobody has actually come in yet. Father might have thought to look here, but he doubts Father will search for him. Not while he’s still mad, at least.
“Hey Alfred!” a voice calls from the direction of the front door. The butler’s reply is muffled by distance and then the voices die off as the conversation moves into one of the Manor’s many rooms - probably the kitchen. Damian wonders who it could be; most visitors come via the cave.
He gets his answer a minute later when light footsteps precede the appearance of two socked feet and a pair of jeans in his vision. Todd is muttering to himself as he walks around the dining table then kneels down to start looking under it. The muttering stops when their eyes meet and Damian lifts his chin defiantly, daring the older boy to make fun of him. But all Todd says is, “Have you seen a pair of sunglasses under here?”
Damian glances at the floor around him and shakes his head. “No.”
“Dammit,” Todd mutters, standing up and almost banging his head on the table.
“Must be in the kitchen…”
He leaves and Damian let’s out a sigh of relief, relaxing back against Titus’s flank. But it’s short-lived because a moment later Todd comes back in and sets something down on the table before crouching back down.
“You wanna come out?” he asks.
“Okay.” His upper body vanishes upward again and when he comes back down he’s holding two mugs. He holds one out. “You want tea?”
Damian hesitates before nodding, reaching out to take the warm mug and cradling it to his chest. Even with the body heat from his pets, it’s remarkably cool under the table. He blows on the hot liquid then takes a cautious sip as Todd sits cross-legged opposite him with his back against the nearest table leg.
“So why are you hiding under a table?” he asks eventually, conversational in a way that grates on Damian’s nerves.
“I’m not hiding,” he snaps.
“Uh-huh. It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself of that.“
“I’m not,” Damian insists. “Alfred wouldn’t come out. I had to come under here to get him.”
Todd looks pointedly at where the cat is now curled up in Damian’s lap, purring softly as he’s petted. “Right. And was it loud noises that drove Alfred under the table?”
Damian narrows his eyes. Todd takes a casual sip of his tea. And he knows. He knows exactly why Alfred ran under the table and why Damian is under the table and he just wants him to say it. Well he’s not going to. Damian grits his teeth and glares.
Todd just shrugs. “Suit yourself. I’ll just tell you what the official version is then, shall I?”
It’s blatant manipulation and Damian will not be swayed by it.
“So I was leaving my apartment this morning when I realised I couldn’t find my sunglasses anywhere. I had tea with Alfred yesterday so this is the only other place I could think they might be. And when I arrive, I find out that you and Bruce got into a screaming match this morning which ended with a broken chair and two smashed vases.” He takes a sip of tea - probably for some kind of dramatic effect. "Apparently you threw a 4,000 dollar vase at Dick’s head when he tried to intervene.“ Damian glowers at his shoes and says nothing. Todd pokes him in the leg. “Come on, short fry, spill.”
It suddenly occurs to Damian that not-hiding under the table was a strategically bad move. He’s trapped between Titus and Todd, without anything throwable within reach. And Todd is as annoyingly stubborn as everyone else in the family; he will not let this go.
“Father says I cannot patrol,” Damian eventually mutters.
“That’s it? You started breaking shit because he benched you? Wow. That’s almost me-level crazy.”
“He says I am banned from the Cave until i can find a way to deal with my anger that does not involve violence.”
The older boy snorts. “I hate to agree with B, but he may have a point. The vases I can understand - Lord knows how many of those have been broken since Bruce started collecting strays - but the chair was a bit of an overreaction.”
Damian can feel the anger from earlier simmering beneath his skin but short of throwing his cat at Todd’s head there’s not much he can do besides growl. “You’re such a hypocrite Todd - you tried to kill him first!”
Todd blinks, face scrunching up in surprise before smoothing out with understanding. “We’re not talking about B anymore, are we? This is about the Replacement.”
Damian looks away. His fingers are clenched so tightly around his mug his knuckles are white and his chest is tight with- anger. That’s what it is. Not guilt or regret or- None of the things Father thinks are affecting him. (Although, to be fair, Father does think anger is affecting him as well. And he may not be wrong but. He’s not completely right.)
“Bruce find out you tried to kill him?”
Todd shifts closer, leaning forward so he can reach behind Damian to scratch Titus around the ears. Their arms brush and Damian holds completely still, watching the older boy warily. He and Todd are not enemies, per se, but this… this friendliness is unchartered territory.
“He wants me to apologise,” he says stiffly.
“And you don’t want to."
"It would not be sincere.”
Todd’s lips quirk upwards but it doesn’t quite become a smile. “That’s not the point.”
Damian frowns, brows furrowing. “Then what is?”
“To teach you a lesson.” Todd shrugs one shoulder, the simple gesture conveying a lot about what he thinks of Bruce’s parenting techniques. “You don’t want to apologise because it would be humiliating, admitting a fault or a weakness. He makes you do it anyway, makes you suffer the indignity of asking for forgiveness. It’s an unpleasant feeling. One you try to avoid in future by not doing whatever you did wrong again.”
“Oh.” When put like that, it makes much more sense. (Some detective he is if he can’t even figure out his Father’s motives.) “So all I have to do to get Robin back is apologise to Drake?”
“It’s a start.” Todd gives Titus one last pat on the head - and an “accidental” one for Damian as well - then scoots backwards until he’s no longer under the table. “Well, hide and seek has been fun, but unlike some members of this family I’m not freakishly short and my spine is not cut out for this kind of contortion.”
“Tt. You’re getting old, Todd.”
He gets a casual middle finger in response, “Respect your elders, Demon Brat.” “I’m not a Demon!” Damian snarls.
Todd holds his hands up in mocking surrender. “Of course not, my sincerest apologies.” A quick flash of teeth as he grins. “You wanna repeat that back to me? Y'know, for practice.”
His laughter follows him out of the room as Damian scrambles out from under the table and takes off after him. His Father will surely make him apologies for trying to kill Todd as well, but it will surely be worth it to wipe that smirk off his older brother’s face.
The air was cold on your sleeping body as you shifted in your sleep, eventually being awoken by the frigid air. You had a love hate relationship with the winter, in fact you used to hate it. He changed that, though, he changed everything. Winter no longer meant freezing your ass off and sleepless nights wrapped in copious amounts of blankets, it meant finding every excuse to be wrapped in his arms. It meant hot chocolate at 2 am when you both couldn’t sleep, wrapping each other in warmth. It meant long baths, your head tilting backwards against his shoulder to look up at his cutting jawline, tracing small kisses along it’s edge.
It meant being happy for the first time in your life.
You anticipated the winter now, you anticipated everything as long as he was involved. You rolled over, throwing an arm over where Jungkook should’ve been; it was no wonder you were cold. You sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you forced your body to move from your cocoon of blankets, wrapping your cardigan around your body and shivered at it’s coolness. You walked peaked out of the door to look for any sign of movement in the apartment - nothing. You took a few steps into the living room before a yelp escaped your lips as cold fingers grazed the inch of skin left exposed by your shirt and wide open cardigan, wrapping you in a soft embrace.
Hey, can you write about the guard of el getting a laptop and not knowing what to do with it? Maybe Erika could come in and handle it? I want to make fun of them after getting mad in episode 13. XD
A/N: Hello dear anon!!^^ I don´tknowif this is what you wanted inthe way of making it funny, but I hope you like it! ^^
“You´re going to break it!”
“Shut up! I know how to handle this!”
Loud voices were heard as Guardienne walked through Eel´s hallways. MAking her curious,she let her ears guide her to the place were all the noise was coming from and opened slightly the door. Looking inside the room, Guardienne saw Ezarel, Nevra, Valkyon, Miiko, Ykhar and Kero all in distress, trying to understand how to use…a laptop?
How in the world did a laptop appeared in the guard?! Did it came from her world?!
Opening the door abruptly, everyone inside the room got startled and looked at Guardienne with their eyes widdened.
“You all look idiots, trying to work with a laptop.” She said,not caring about their feelings. It was too hilarious to not make fun of them.
“Why don´t you try then, if you know so much?” Ezarel said as he looked at her with a superior gaze.
“Sure, get out of there.” Smirking in the inside, Guardienne seated on the chair and with distinction, turned on the laptop, opened a writing programand started writingin it random stuff. After that,she checked everything else and once Guardienne saw that nothing was in bad conditions, she got up and looked at them triumphatly.
“See? It´s easy.”
Everyone´s mouths were litteraly at the floor and beforeanyone could ask Guardienne to teach them how to use the laptop, she turned around.
“Take a ticket. I will call your number and help you.”
Getting out of the room, everyone looked at each other.
“What ticket!? Guardienne!!!” Everyone screamed,going after her.
Request: ILYSM you are amazing, Darlin’(s)! Could you do a pregnancy one for Hercules Mulligan? Like how she tells him she is pregnant and she is nervous about how he reacts? I love y'all! - anon
A/N: This was my first Hercules imagine and that made me really happy because I absolutely love him! But I hope this is what you wanted when you requested, lovely anon! And here’s a reminder that requests are open!
You looked at the pregnancy stick in your hand, shaking slightly as you waited for the minutes to pass. You couldn’t be pregnant…could you? You had the symptoms of pregnancy, but it could easily be just a virus going around. Plus, you and Herc almost always used protection. There was no possible way. Unfortunately, you were proven wrong as two lines appeared. Your blood went cold and you could feel yourself shaking.
You were pregnant. You and Hercules Mulligan were going to have a child. You felt tears stream down your face. A flood of emotions all overcame you at once. You were happy, nervous and scared all at the same time. It was completely overwhelming, yet you still couldn’t believe what was happening.
“I’m pregnant…” You said out loud, your voice echoing through the, what you thought was empty, apartment.
“YOU’RE WHAT?!” Alexander barged through the door, his voice booming in the bathroom, making you jump.
“Alex! When’d you get here? I thought I was home alone!” You said, feeling much more panicked than before.
You were so scared that he was Hercules for a second…Wait Hercules! How was he going to react when he found out? The two of you had never talked about starting a family. The doubts and fears started to fill you mind. One right after the other they all went in tormenting you mind. What if he left you? What if he wanted to put it up for adoption? What if he hated kids? There was no stop to these thoughts.
You felt your breaths quicken and become more shallow. More tears fell down your face at a quicker rate. Before you knew it, you were fully sobbing hysterically. Alex crouched down in front of where you were sitting and pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly to his chest. He shushed your cries, and helped you begin to calm down.
“What are you crying for? You and Herc are going to be having a baby. Shouldn’t you be happy? Or are the pregnancy hormones already kicking in?” Alex bombarded you with question, letting you begin to feel overwhelmed again. Taking notice of his mistake, he quickly started talking again. “No need to cry. He’s going to be very happy. I promise you.”
“Are you sure? Cause what if he doesn’t want it? Or even want to be with me anymore?” You asked, watching Alex’s expression soften.
“There’s nothing Hercules loves more in this world than you. If he could have a mini you too, I think it would make his life even more enjoyable. He would never leave you because this is something he’s always wanted.” Alex reassured you, your tears slowing at his comforting words.
“Why are you here, Alex?” You asked, suddenly realizing that it was the middle of the day and your best friend had just barged into your home.
“Oh, sorry about that. I was grabbing a couple things for Herc. He forgot them for his presentation today, with Washington. He also wanted me to invite you out to drink with us and all the boys tonight.” Alex stood up, walking towards the door.
“Oh, okay. Well, I guess I’ll see you later tonight.” You said, looking back down at the positive pregnancy stick in your hand.
“Tell him tonight. Trust me, he won’t be even close to upset.” Alex grinned at you before grabbing what he needed and leaving the apartment.
You slowly stood up, still a little shaky, but much more confident. You were going to be okay. Alex was right, Hercules was a level headed guy and would never ditch a girl just because she was pregnant. He loved you and you loved him. You hoped and prayed it would work out fine.
Taking one last look at the stick in your hand, you wrapped it in toliet paper and threw it in the trash. You had other things to focus on, including figuring out how to break the news to him. You walked out of the bathroom and took a deep breath. You could do this.
“(Y/N)! You came!” John cheered when you entered your local bar.
“Did you think I’d ditch you boys?” You smiled, sliding into your usual booth.
“Of course not, mon ami. But, Alex mentioned that you might not be feeling up for it.” Lafayette shrugged, taking a swig from his beer.
“He did?” You asked, shooting a glare at Alex, who was flirting up a storm at the bar.
“Yup, and he’s already completely wasted.” John laughed chugging his own drink.
“Where’s Herc?” You asked, scanning the bar for him.
“He ran to the bathroom real quick.” Laf said.
Nervousness began to gnaw at your empty stomach. He was going to be back any second and you’d have to tell him. You knew the sooner you gotter it done the better you’d feel, but still it was absolutely terrifying to even think about.
You loved Hercules more than anything and didn’t want to lose him over anything, especially not a baby. And even he wanted the baby, it was just as scary to think of the two of you as parents. Missing out on going to the bar almost every night with the boys and not being able to go on anymore spontaneous trips. This baby meant responsibility for both you and him. Were the two of you even ready for that yet?
“Hey babe, you good?” Hercules waved his hand in front of your eyes.
“Oh! Sorry, I was just thinking.” You blushed, not even realizing that Hercules had exited the bathroom and scooted to sit next to you in the booth.
“How was your day?” Herc grinned at you, intertwining his fingers with yours.
“It was…exciting! I got some surprising news, I may need to share with you later.” You attempted a smile that only grew as he smiled back at you.
“I can’t wait to hear it! Now, how about a couple of drinks!” Herc took his hand from your beginning to stand up.
“Wait, babe!” You called as he began to walk away, hoping to stop him from ordering you a drink.
“Don’t worry! I already have your order memorized!” Herc gave you a thumbs up before he turned and walked to the bar.
“Shit.” You huffed under your breath.
“What happened?” John raised a suspicious eyebrow at you.
“Um…nothing. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You stumbled over your words.
“You’re tense and zoning out every five seconds. What’s going on?” Laf asked, studying your face for anything that would give you away.
“I just have things on my mind. Chill, okay?” You defended yourself quickly.
“Okay…” John and Laf kept a close eye on you as Herc and Alex walked back to your table.
“Here you are, m’lady.” Herc winked, sliding your drink to you.
“Whoa! Herc, she can’t drink that!” Alex slurred, completely drunk.
“Shut up, Alex. It’s a perfectly good drink.” Herc rolled his eyes.
“Alex, don’t be an ass.” You tried to give him a signal to shut up, but he obviously didn’t get the memo.
“No, it’s not that! The alcohol will hurt the baby! And I don’t want my future godson to be messed up!” Alex threw his hands up in protest.
“Baby?” Herc asked in alarm, his head whipping around to look at you. Your breath caught in your throat.
“Yeah! That baby in (Y/N)’s stomach. The one that you helped her make.” Alex nodded, taking another shot and slamming it on the table.
“(Y/N)?” Herc’s eyes were wide.
“Um, yes?” You replied, trying to ignore the confused stares from everyone at your table.
“Are you pregnant?” Herc asked, slowly taking your hands in his.
“Yes and I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I just found out earlier today and I was trying to figure out how to tell you. Alex only knew because he was there when I was freaking out that the test was positive. I’m so sorry, Herc. I’m so sorry!” You rushed your words out, tears pricking your eyes and threatening to fall out.
“What are you sorry for? We’re going to have a child!” Herc cheered, pulling you tightly in his arms.
The boys began cheering nonsense things about becoming uncles and fighting over who would be the child’s favorite. Herc kissed the top of your head and continued to hold you close to his chest.
“I love you.” Herc mumbled into your hair.
“I love you too.” You sighed contentedly, nuzzling your face in his neck.
“Just one thing…” Herc trailed off, looking around at his friends.
“Yes?” You asked, following his line of sight at the boys taking rounds of shots in celebration.
“Can we agree to let one of the Schuyler Sisters be the Godparent and not one of these idiots?” Herc asked, John Laurens now showing to the others how he could belch the alphabet.
A/N: OKAY so I got this prompt from an anon about Lucas feeling like he was in a triangle like situation with Riley. I really hope this was what they were looking for and they enjoyed reading this! This became a lot longer than i had expected but, I hope you guys like it ! :) Words: 5,119
Long distance was much harder than people led on. Riley Matthews and Lucas Friar went from seeing each other almost every day from 7th grade to being separated for month at times when they got into separate schools. When they both got into the schools of their dreams, pulling a ‘Topanga’ was totally out of the question as they wanted to prove that their love could overcome the distance no matter what.
After the first two two years, they had been doing really well. The distance wasn’t exactly as much of an issue as they expected it to be— though, they missed each other immensely. It just made their visits even more meaningful and worthwhile.
While Riley, Zay, and Maya attended NYU with respective scholarships, Lucas attended Cornell University, while Farkle and Isadora attended Yale. Farkle had graduated early and moved back to New York for a paid internship (Farkle & Isadora were on a break.
Request: “Can I have an angsty Bucky one shot with: 1. “I don’t even know. who I am without you.” 78. “I can’t…I can’t lose you.” and 187. “I’m not leaving here without you.”?? Thanks!”
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Summary: Being in a relationship and being an Avenger do not always work out.
Warnings: Swearing, Death of a Character, Violence, Sadness, Fluff, Angst, Sad!Bucky (which definitely deserves a warning)
Word Count: 2,703
A/N: I cried while writing this. A lot. I really liked this request, so thank you to the anon who requested it. It’s a lot longer than I planned it to be, but I couldn’t stop myself. I hope it was what you were looking for. My heart hurts a lot right now. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Send me any feedback and/or requests here. Thank you for reading.
Ok coming up with new smut is hard! XD Especially when one
participant doesn’t do oral! XD Omg… So funny! Anyway! Anon I hope this is
what you were looking for, if not let me know! Up next for my non-smutty
people: Chris Kreider!
Warning: cussing, sex, smexy time!
Anon request: Hi hi
could I request an imagine? Not sure how detailed or vague you like requests
but if it could be Jamie Benn and something along the lines of them being kinda
friends/acquaintances but they frustrate each other but have ridiculos sexual
tension and Jamie really has it in for the reader? and they have to .. relieve
tension ;)) smut would be a++++ I love u and ur stories ahhh